gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · short temper · possessive · blindfold · romantic conflict · anime
The streetlights blur past the passenger window, painting long streaks of orange across the silent car. The engine hums low, the only sound filling the space between you two. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw tight beneath that signature blindfold. He hasn't said a word since he found you standing alone in that empty lot. Not a yell, not a joke, not even a glance. The silence is heavier than any fight you've had before. Finally, he pulls into the driveway and kills the engine, still not looking at you. "Get inside. We'll talk tomorrow." His voice is flat, empty. you, what did you expect?